The night is about to pass, and the horizon in the distance is also a bit fishy white.
An officer wearing a U.S. federal military uniform was walking in the corridor, holding a thick briefcase under his arm, but with a trace of solemnity on his face.
He turned his head and glanced at the sky that was about to brighten.
There was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, but he bit his back teeth hard to cheer up his energy, and then continued to stride forward.
Go forward.
After staying up all night, he was certainly very tired.
But the energy he put in didn't get much return, and the results he got were really not something worth being happy about.
His eyes became a little more gloomy.
He looked at the oncoming patrol in front of him, and faced the military posture that stood tall and saluted towards him.
He just nodded slowly, and then continued to walk forward with a straight face.
He was in a bad mood and really didn't have much thought to do these ordinary etiquettes.
There was some noise at the corner.
A squad of Anchorage elites were standing there with their heads hanging down, while the military police men were standing in front of them with 16 rifles, staring at them as if they were guarding prisoners.
When the gendarmerie man noticed someone approaching and turned to look at him, he was also stunned.
As if he hadn't seen him, he gestured to his companions next to him and escorted these drooping men.
The elite warriors in the head walked towards the other side of the corridor.
There was no emotion in his eyes, as if he didn't see anything, and he continued to walk towards the corridor ahead expressionlessly.
In recent days, for some unknown reason, some hidden topics have become a hot topic among the soldiers.
So much so that the gendarmerie was dispatched in large numbers and began to use extremely serious discipline to suppress these soldiers who discussed unusual topics.
They were even directly sent to military courts, forcing many people to retire directly and return to prisons in the United States to serve their miserable sentences.
But to him, this was just a small fluctuation.
He snorted slightly, and the briefcase under his arm was a little tighter.
As the leader of the special operations team, he certainly knew that those who were so-called had been forced to move and returned.
The poor little people serving in federal prisons in the United States have actually been imprisoned in that hidden laboratory, endured pain that is absolutely unbearable for ordinary people, and become infected and failed products.
And even these by-products that originally had some use value ended up with endless disappointment after placing high hopes on them.
This is unacceptable to him, and the entire special operations team may lose the trust of General Bunnar because of this incident.
He frowned slightly, and was able to successfully conduct a series of studies in the Anchorage defense line, which was inseparable from General Bunnar's support.
The conference room in front of him was already close at hand.
He looked at the ordinary door but hesitated a little.
He slowly stretched out his hand to push it open, but his brows became more and more frowned.
He must use ten minutes to completely report last night's mission, and at the same time clearly and logically explain the reasons for the failure.
He knew that this was his only chance, and whether he could seize it or not would depend solely on the ten minutes' report after he opened the door.
"I hope so."
Taking a long breath, his hand already grasped the protruding door handle.
With his slight twist, the entire conference room door opened.
A little cold sweat appeared on his forehead as he moved, which made his heart beat a little faster.
He slowly swallowed and closed the door gently with his backhand, as if he was bowing with great respect.
He stood behind the door and spoke slowly: "General Bunnar, leader of the special operations team, Turner will report to you."
In the conference room, Old Bunar was sitting quietly on the middle table.
His eyes with reading glasses were staring at several documents on the table, as if he was busy, and the hand holding the pen was also busy.
He waved in front of him casually, as if he was busy responding, and at the same time said casually: "Turner, you came on time, but I seem to be a little late.
I have a few latest transmissions."
I want to see the documents that come.”
The cold sweat on Turner's forehead became thicker and thicker.
He felt that his back was already sticky and must have been soaked by the cold sweat on his own body.
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But he still stood there in a straight military posture, not daring to move.
He understood that the old Bunar in front of him looked peaceful, but in fact he was as tyrannical as an ancient monarch.
He did not dare to easily challenge the authority of the most direct leader in front of him.
In fact, even the politicians in the United States federal government did not dare to challenge this man who had firmly controlled the Anchorage defense line.
Your Excellency, the Commander-in-Chief, showed no dissatisfaction at all.
He waited quietly for Old Bunar's work instructions, and after waiting quietly for less than ten minutes, Old Bunar, who was behind the conference table in front of him, slowly stood up with his hands on the table, and gently He stretched his waist and at the same time pushed away the documents that had accumulated nearly ten centimeters high.
He came outside the conference table and shook his waist twice.
As the bones made a slight crunching sound, he said in a calm tone: "Yes.
I came here because of the failed mission last night.”
"Yes, General Bunnar, as the leader of the special operations team and the commander of this mission, I have unshirkable responsibility for the failure of this mission."
After swallowing slowly, Turner's face was calm and solemn.
He lowered his head slightly, with an attitude of willingness to accept punishment on his face.
But the cold sweat on his forehead revealed the panic in his heart.
Even though General Bunar trusted him so much, he failed to complete this important task, leaving him with no idea of excuse.
Especially when standing in front of old Bunar, he didn't even bother to explain why he failed.
He just stood upright, bowed his head slightly and waited for the final judgment decision.
However, there was a slight smile on Old Bunnar's face.
When he came to Turner's side, he slowly reached out and patted his shoulder.
There was not much anger on his face, as if it was normal.
Chatting, he nodded lightly, with a little encouragement in his tone, and said softly: "No.
No matter what, you are facing Liszt, right?"
He paused and said in a very calm tone: "The most critical part of our mission is to collect the data of the test body.
As for attacking a heavily defended The bunker group is really not what those ugly biological weapons can do."
"General Bunnar, thank you for your understanding."
Turner also had a slightly excited expression on his face.
Looking at the encouraging face of the commander-in-chief in front of him, he stood very solemnly and stretched out his hand to perform a standard federal military salute.
And he didn't have to explain much.
As for the commander-in-chief of the Anchorage Defense Line, he could still appreciate himself as before and be willing to give him another chance.
Why couldn't he offer his loyalty?
Old Bunnar also talked with Turner, the leader of the special operations team, for a few minutes.
When he seemed to be still unfinished, the door was knocked again, and at the same time, a man dressed as an officer opened the door and walked in.
He glanced at Turner expressionlessly, then lowered his head slightly and said softly: "General Bunar, there is a meeting below to request your decision.
The experts in the institute are currently unable to judge, but important decisions about future scientific research development require you.
Must go there.”
"I see."
Nodding slowly, Old Bunnar also had a look of pity on his face.
He seemed to appreciate Turner in front of him, but he still nodded slowly to the officer who walked in and prepared for the next work arrangements in front of him.
However, he still nodded to Turner and said a few words of encouragement: "No matter what, I am still assured of your work, but we must strive to obtain the most perfect strengthening potion in the shortest time.
The threat to the Soviets was also of great help.”
Turner immediately nodded, saluted Bunnar respectfully, and then exited the conference room.
But when only Bunar and the officer were left in the conference room, Bunar, who was originally calm, sat back behind the conference table.
He looked at the officer in front of him, with a gloomy look on his face.
With a look on his face, he tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
He narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "Why did a complete group of bunkers appear?"
"We don't have any intelligence."
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The officer's face was expressionless, but his voice also echoed in the empty room, but he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small storage device and placed it in General Bunard's pocket.
At the conference table in front of him, he could not help but whisper: "This is the intelligence given by the Soviets, and it did not mention the bunker group.
However, just three days ago, they dropped thousands of people in front of List's fortifications. elite infantry."
Old Bunar picked up the storage device and inserted it into the monitor next to his conference table.
The data and information in it instantly appeared in front of his eyes, and he looked at it carefully, his brows also furrowed tightly, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Asked: "Why does Liszt have artillery?"
After a pause, there was some deep doubt in his tone: "Why, he still has so many artillery, as if he is waiting for us to encounter it ourselves." " "It's puzzling, but we also don't have any intelligence to explain this situation."
The officer still slowly explained the matter in a calm tone.
He looked like Major Riley before, but compared with this, his authority had exceeded the scope of the intelligence department.
His tone paused slightly, and a certain kind of coldness appeared in the room.
The officer also expressed his guess: "Perhaps, Major Leslie has reported our secret to American Federation and Enclave Organization":